Tonalità: C minor
Verse 1
Am
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
When the monster you created
Comes back to bite you in the ass
Ha, ha, ha
C
What I say in this disclosure
Verse 2
Am
(what?)
Y'all are stupid,
you get shoulder (ha)
'Cause your plan was to get over
(whoop, whoop, whoop)
Since the days of Victrola
All the years of straight lies and deprivin'
Now I'm pushin' to take
a dive and connivin'
We should never hear any
cries on the guys
When independents we risin',
high steady survivin'
Bb
Am
Never ever had an artist
wanna spray us
C
'Cause when they do the fuckin' work,
Am
they know we pay up
And I see the labels getting
set to bust
'Cause them people wanna bypass
them and come direct to us
Bb
I mean those with no major,
mo' ways to grow paper
Am
E
For the little mane,
they cut out the middle gang
Am
Now you gotta threaten 'em, tell
E
'em you'll pull your catalog
Am
We ain't gotta do that at all,
E
Am
we say, "Ain't that a hog?"
Fuck the
Verse 3
Am
Industry, menace, remember me
Finish these sinners, replenish me
Slim if he grim and see clemency
C
Am
In the seat, chin then need dentistry
Verse 4
Am
We don't sob when you suffer
(nah)
We say haha
motherfucker (haha motherfucker)
On god when they snuff ya
I'll stand, right hand,
middle finger, fuck ya
Verse 5
Am
You in trouble now, we that bubble sound
Your record label better get with it
or then it's Hubble bound
I mean to rebel now,
so many befuddled clowns in the industry
Then it's me, leaving 'em with
Dm
muddled frowns
Am
Bb
You've been greedy so believe me
C
Am
Your thievery will indeed hit
you right where your cheese be
For years you been dumb
and hold the juice
But it's over now, the chickens
are coming home to roost
C
Get a little stupid, get,
Am
get a little stupid
I mean get a lotta stupid 'cause y'all
dishonor the music
That's why we celebratin' artists
E
cooled as Christmas
Am
'Cause we know without no artists,
E
ain't no music business
Am
Nigga fuck the
Verse 6
Am
Industry, menace, remember me
Finish these sinners, replenish me
C
Am
Slim if he grim and see clemency
C
Am
In the seat, chin then need dentistry
Verse 7
Am
We don't sob when you suffer
(nah)
We say haha
motherfucker (haha motherfucker)
On god when they snuff ya
I'll stand, right hand,
middle finger, fuck ya
Verse 8
Am
This is what will happen when you foul on me
(yeah)
Missiles coming at you like the
Taliban (whoop)
Play me then you turn me
to a malice man
No more fucking Grammy's
Family never see you smile again (yeah)
This is what will happen when you
foul on me (yeah)
Missiles coming at you like the
Taliban (whoop)
Play me then you turn me
to a malice man
No more fucking Grammy's
Family never see you smile again (bitch)
This is what will happen when you
foul on me (yeah)
Missiles coming at you like
the Taliban (what)
Play me then you turn me
to a malice man
No more fucking Grammy's
Family never see you smile again
Verse 9
Am
You used our music to get a quick check
But you've created something
you'll definitely regret
We are the new music business,
Am
it goes the fuck up
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